Dear Love: Our Pat has grown so tall
Ye'd hardly know his frame a'tall.
And yet I know he thinks of you.
He mutters in his sleep.
Our tiny Nell, she prays each night,
God keep ye warm and hold ye tight
Until the day ye see the light
Of Erin's distant shore.
Pat works. I know the plowin' s hard,
But stocked we are with bread and lard.
Though tired, still he standin' guard,
And ne'er complains a peep.
O sailor on the briny blue,
I deeply, dearly long for you.
Though all the muddy world ye roam,
Someday, I know ye're comin' home
To hold me 'neath the starry dome,
And sail away no more.
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